The Cowboy's Christmas Baby

Besides, that way Caitlin couldn’t grab it.

A faint wail resounded from the living room and then the sound of her sisters hushing her baby.

She held the edges of the counter, dizziness washing over her. She blamed it on a combination of not eating for the past twelve hours and the nerves holding her in a steady grip all the way home.

She splashed some water on her heated cheeks, patted them dry, sucked in a long breath and left to face her sisters.

As she walked around the corner she felt a sense of coming home. To her left was her father’s office, to her right the kitchen where she and her sisters had spent a lot of time cooking and baking and trying out recipes. Things they were never allowed to do at their grandmother’s house back in Knoxville where they lived ten months of the year.

The living room lay ahead with its soaring ceilings and large windows that let in so much light. The huge stone fireplace dominated the one wall but no fire burned in it now.

Jodie sat on the loveseat cradling Caitlin in her outstretched arms. Lauren sat beside her, Caitlin’s tiny fingers clutching hers.

“You are just the sweetest little thing,” Jodie continued, bending over to nuzzle her cheeks.

Erin’s heart softened at the sight of her sisters so obviously in love with her baby.

And the one thought threading through her mind was, We’re not alone anymore.

Lauren sensed her presence and looked behind her, her smile stiffening as Erin came nearer. But then she stood and walked around the couch, her arms open wide.

Erin stepped directly into her twin sister’s embrace, fighting down the surprising and unwelcome tears as Lauren hugged her. Hard. Tight.

“Oh, sweetie. What has been happening in your life?” Lauren murmured.

Erin simply clung to her sister unable to find the words.

She was the first to pull away scrubbing at her cheeks, thankful that she hadn’t bothered to put on any makeup.

“Sorry. I just...” She looked at her sister and gave her a watery smile. “I missed you.”

Lauren cupped her face in her hands and brushed a gentle kiss over her forehead. “Missed you, too, Rinny.”

The pet name was almost her undoing again.

But then Jodie stood, shifting Caitlin in her arms, grabbing Erin in a one-armed hug. “Hey, sis,” she said, pressing her cheek against hers. “Love this little girl.”

Erin pulled in a shaky breath and struggled to keep her composure. All the way up here she’d been nervous and afraid of what she would see in her sisters’ eyes. But now that she had arrived and her sisters had met Caitlin, she felt a loosening of the tension gripping her the past few months.

“I love her, too,” she whispered, stroking her daughter’s cheek.

They were all quiet for the space of a few heartbeats, each connected by this precious baby.

“So...” Lauren let the word drag out and Erin knew the moment of reckoning had arrived.

Then a door slammed and a male voice boomed into the quiet, “Grocery delivery,” and Erin felt a temporary reprieve.

She turned to see Vic walking into the room, half a dozen plastic bags slung from his hands. He was as tall as Dean, his hair lighter with a bit of curl, his features softer and a brightness to his eyes that Dean didn’t have.

He dropped the bags on the counter, then looked over the girls. He did a double take as he saw Erin, then released a huge grin.

“So you finally made it,” Vic said, walking over to her. “Your coming was all Lauren and Jodie have been talking about the past week.”

Then Vic surprised her by pulling Erin close in a quick embrace. “Welcome back to the ranch,” he said, resting his hands on her shoulder. Then he turned to Lauren and brushed a quick kiss over her cheek. “And good to see you, my dear.”

“And you brought the groceries.” Lauren gave him a quick hug. “Well done.”

Vic placed a hand over his chest. “You know me. I have a servant heart.”

Erin watched their casual give-and-take, thankfulness welling up at the sight. Lauren had had her own struggles, as well. Being left at the altar by a man she’d given so much of her life to had soured her on men. To see her so relaxed with Vic gave Erin a glimmer of hope for happy endings.

At least for her sisters. Herself, not so much.

Then Vic noticed Caitlin in Jodie’s arms. “Well, well. Is there something I missed?” Vic joked, grinning at Jodie. “Something you want to tell me?”

His comment was meant in fun but shame flickered through Erin.

“Don’t tell Finn.” Jodie gave Vic a wink and then shot Erin a meaningful glance.

“She’s my daughter,” Erin said, the words echoing in the house. The same house that often held the condemning voice of their father, reminding the girls to behave. Be good.

And I was. I was always good, Erin told herself, clenching her hands, fighting down the disgrace she’d struggled with ever since she saw that plus sign on the home pregnancy kit.

Vic’s puzzled stare just underlined her own shame. Then the porch door closed again, echoing in the silence that followed and Dean came into the room.

Don’t see the man for twelve years and then twice in one day. Just her luck.

Dean’s shadowed gaze ticked from her to her sisters as he set a couple of grocery bags on the counter, then the baby Jodie still held, then finally back to Erin. He gave her a quick nod. “Hey, again,” he said, taking off his hat and dropping it beside the bags. “Didn’t think you’d beat us here.”

“I changed my mind about going to the Grill and Chill,” she said.

His smile tightened and she wondered if he had hoped to arrive and leave before she came.

“So. You have a baby,” Vic said, stating the obvious.

Erin took her from her sister, cradling her close. “I do. She’s six weeks old and her name is Caitlin.”

She didn’t have to look at her sisters to read the questions that hovered ever since she’d thrust her daughter into their arms. She had been in and out of touch for the past half year and hadn’t even come to their father’s funeral. She had been on bed rest and couldn’t travel.

But every time she picked up her phone to tell Jodie and Lauren, every time she wrote up a text to explain why, she’d gone with inane details instead. The truth would take hours and pages.

Plus she just couldn’t deal with the inevitable questions about the circumstances and the baby’s father.

“Do you guys want some coffee?” Jodie asked, her voice artificially bright.

“I’m good.”

“Sure. That’d be nice.”